Tommy Slater Novels & Stories

"Just look at him. First spreading his legs for the boss, then for the clients. I just can't imagine what it's like being as slutty as he is!" "Are all homosexuals just like Brandon? Or is he just one of his kind? Tsk, he's such a shameless slut. He remained loyal and never said a word, even when Mr. Grayson treated him like shit and made him sleep with the clients! He must enjoy it, so he deserves this. Such a slut!" "He's the epitome of what it's like being a bootlicking lapdog." "Doesn't he have any self-respect? Even if he likes the boss that much, he should preserve some dignity!"

"Sorry to break it to you, mama's boy, but I'm not one of your little minions." "Well..." Slater closed the distance between them, now standing chest-to-chest. His smirk widened. "Unlike you, I have daddy's money to throw around. Where's your daddy though? Huh? Six feet under?" "Say that again!" Oliver's voice shook with fury. Slater only grinned. "Talking about giving orders... I'd advise you to learn how, so you won't keep losing your girls to boys like me. You can even ask Lindsay how I make her bend that tiny waist of hers on my bed ev--"

Tommy: Have a good first day kiddo :) I smile and reply: Thanks, I will <3 Tommy owns an MMA gym with his best friends Ryan and Dylan and they practically raised me when I started going there after my mother died. I spent almost all of my waking hours outside of school with them. They not only taught me how to fight, but about the value of hard-work and about controlling my emotions; all of these things were instrumental in me becoming the person I am today. Not many teenagers can go through what I did and come out stronger and I owe most of that to these guys.

I prop my phone on a stack of coasters, hit GO LIVE on the Riverbend Buy-N-Sell F******k group, and blow the camera a kiss. “Evening, y’all. Place your bets and your loads. Clock starts now.” First up is Tommy Lee, diesel mechanic, grease still under his nails. He drops his jeans, lines up, and slides home in one thrust. I’m already wet from the tequila shots and the sheer filth of what I’m doing. He groans like he’s dying, pumps exactly eight times, and unloads so hard I feel it splash my cervix. One. He pulls out, slaps my clit with his sloppy cock, and writes a fresh tally on my thigh with the Sharpie chained to the table. The chat explodes, 73 fire emojis in ten seconds.

I commended, and I meant it. Tommy chuckled drily and shook his head. “Trust me, Mia, it’s far from interesting. When lads like us don’t get to see the outside world so that we can have girlfriends, it gets boring,” Tommy said. “All we do here is work all day, eat, and…” he continued, but he never got to finish the statement. “Shouldn’t you be working right now, Tommy?” A male cold voice asked. Without seeing him, I knew just who had spoken. It was Saint, one of my worst nightmares, right after Jackie.

Wheeling on James, he snapped, "Mind your wife." James shrugged as if it was none of his business. "I don't get to boss her around." Stan rolled his eyes. "You're all just bullying me." Tommy suddenly said, "Uncle Stan, I'm your friend. You're not alone." Stan could cry right then and carried Tommy over to his side. "Let's sit together." The emcee spoke energetically and clearly just then, "On this blessed day, we thank everyone for coming to witness the wedding of Mr. Slate and Ms. Adams."

The seer fired back making everyone laugh. “Trolls are not violent dear seer, they are the same as your kind, they are not violent, but it doesn’t mean that there won’t be any rotten potatoes in a sack. Like you.” The troll elder fired back as well but before the seer could say anything else Tia chanted a spell and sealed his mouth. “You should have done that a long time ago.” The troll elder said to Tia.

I asked like I didn't care because I didn't. "Ha Ha Ha, aren't you a funny thing" He said sarcastically as he clapped. "Oh, look guys, a soul clap and for me, oh how sweet!" I said matching his tone. "I am Alpha Greg and you are who, mutt!" He said curtly. "See, now there's that word I can't stand, Tommy can I stand that word?" I asked "No fucking way, Old man your trending on thin ice, I'd watch my next words if you want to live" Tommy stated to him.

I smile shyly to the security guard as I head up the stairs, trying not to let the way I take over my small frame get to me, as I dashed past the office of the person who makes My skin crawl the most! Tommy Dog as all staff call him, I thought that he was the owner when first introduced, it was only after I had freaked out when Tommy slapped my ass in the bar areas during closing did I truly understand the nickname. Tommy makes my skin crawl, with how out of all the servants, Tommy always requests me to bring his drink to his rather smelly office. He always forces me to place his whiskey beside his desk phone that sits beside his chair every time I get a slap across the ass, it's the same th

Celestine sighed almost like she was defeated. "Jesus people! You are something. How could you all risk your life for the benefit of that traitor? That bastard." Tommy didn't even realize that he was so angry. His eyes were dilated. Anger poured through him as his temper sparked, that outrage stirred within while his fury sprang to life as he started to pace all over the room. Trying to control his wolf. “Exactly. Sulu was a mistake we didn't want to repeat. His men followed us and waited until we reached the farm cabin. They knew I’d be more helpless there with the young boy." She moved closer to Tommy, leaning forward in her chair, and added.